Broken branch

Out of intensive care, my friend is doing really well, on good form and fighting. The nurses and surgeons are really pleased with progress so far.  

She's named the scar around her neck the Nike tick which is now revealing publicly the fit bird that she clearly is to make so much progress in 24 hours.

The only thing she now wants is, "...a bloody cup of tea!"

The odd broken branch doesn't stop a tree flourishing.  

I am shamefully behind on commenting on your journals but that is probably the way it's going to be for a while.